Kiki pouted prettily but Lena's attention was the salve she needed; she sulked a moment longer, then relented: "Well, fine. But only a small omlette." Her tone made it clear she was eating only as a favor to Pete, but she sipped her coffee without comment. The dog sniffed around the floor, clearly searching for crumbs and forgotten bits of ham, and Kiki smiled affectionately at him.
"So, Pete--" With her cigarette and coffee -- as well as Lena's sympathy -- Kiki was feeling marginally better. "--what exactly do you do for my Vlad?" She lifted her head to grin up at Lena. "How fucking crazy is that? Your husband works for my ex?!"